The Brookhaven leader., 1887-11-24

switched Cff there. and detained here and
detained there. and the man who loses
time and strength in the earlier part Of
the journey Of life will suffer for it all
the way through. the first twenty years
of life damaging the following fifty.
years.
Some years ago scientific lecturer
went through the country exhibiting ON
great canvas different parts of the human
body when healthy, and diiTerentS PARTS
when diseased. Snd what the world
wants now is some eloquent scientist to
go through the country showing to our
young people on blazing canvas the
drunkards liver. the idlcrs liver, the
libertine's liver, the gamblers liver.
Perhaps the spectacle might stop some
young man before lie comes To the same
catastrophe, and the dart strike through
his own liver.
Ny hearcr, this is the first sermon YOU
have heard on the Gospel of Health, and
it may be the last you will ever hear on
that subject, and charge you in the
name of God, and Christ, and usefulness,
and eternal destiny, take better care of
your health. When some of you die, if
Your friends put on your tombstone q
truthful cpitaph, it will read: Here lies
the victim Of late suppcrs, y CT it Vii bc:
Behold what chicken salad at midnight
will do for a mail, or it will b: Ten
cigars day cloaei my earthly existence, "
or it will be: Sat Go~n III Il cold drauGht
and this is the result. or it viii be: Il
died of thin shoes last winter or it will
be: Went out without an overcoat and
took this last chill or it will be:
Thought l could DO at 20 what did at
90, and am here" OF it will be: Here
is the consequence of sitting half day
with wet feet" or it will he: This is
where have stacked my harvest of wild
oats" or, instead Of words, the stone
cutter will chiSel for an epitaph on the
tombstone two figures: namely, dart and
liver.
There is a kind Of sickness that is beau
tiful when it comes from over work for
God, or ones country. or ones own
family. | have seen wounds that We're
glorious. After the battle of Antietam
i'll the hospital Il soldier i'll reply to my
question:: Where are you hurt?' un-
covered his bosom and slowed me a cash
that looked like a badge of eternal
nobility. | have seen an empty sleeve
that was more beautiful than the most
muscular forearm. have seen 4 green
shade over the eye shot out in battle that
was more beautiful than any two eyes
that had passed without injury. l have
seen an old missionary WON ol.j 18th the
malaria of African junglcs who looked to
me more radiant than rubicund gym
mast. l have seen mother after SIX
weeks watching over d family Of chill
dren down with scarlet fever, with !.
glory aroInd her pale AID wan face tina.
surpassed the angelic. 1t all depends Oh
how you got your sickness and in wha;
battle your wounds. Frederick i. Frc-
lmGhuysen, the pride of Now jersey eye
of the nation-and one &C the pillars of
the Christian church, and for nearl flour
Years practically president of the United
States, although in the Office of secretary
o. state, i'll his determination to make
peace with al the governments on this
American continent. wore himself ont,
and while his brain was as keen as it ever
was, and his heart beat Us regularly as it
ever did, he was according to the bulletin
of his physicians at Washington apd
Newark. dying of hardening of the
liver. Satan, who does not ike good
men, sent dart through his liver.
The last my dear frlend-for he wa7 my
friend and my father S friend before me
the last he was seen in Washington
was in the presidents carriage. leaning
his head ags inst the shoul !er Of the pres
ident on his way to the depot TO take the
train to go home to die. Martyr of the
public service. he died for his country.
though he died i'll time of peace. In his
earlier life he was called the nephew of
his uncle, Theodore Frelinghnyscn, but
he lived to render for God and his coun-
try q service that will make others proud
to be his nephew, and which will keep
his name on the scroll of history as the
highest style of Christian statesman that
TINS century or any other century has
produced. Ny Lord and my God! if we
must get sick and worn out, let it be in
thy service and in the effort to make the
world good and happy. Not in the arrv
ice of sin. No! No One of the most
pathetic scenes that | ever witness. and
l often see it, is that of men or women
converted in the fifties or sixties or sew
enties wanting to be useful, bat they SO
served the world and Satan in the earlier
part of their life that they have no phys
ical energy left for the service of God.
They sacrificed nerves, muscles, lungs,
heart and liver on the wrong altar. They
fought on the wrong side, and now. w hen
their sword is all hacked up and their
ammunition all gone, they enlist for
Emmanuel. When the high melted cav
airy horse which that man spurrcd
into many q cavalry charge with
champing bit and flaming eye and neck
clothed with thunder, is worn out and
spawned and ring boned and spring halt.
he rides up to the great Captain Of our
salvation on the white horse aud offers
his services. When such persons might
have been through the good habits 0f a
lifetime crashing the battle AK through
helmeted iniquities. they are spending
their days and nights in discussing the
best way of breaking u. their indi-
gestion. and quieting their janS!ing
nerves. and rousing their lag~ard app:-
titc, and trying to extract the dart from
their outraged liver. Better converted
late than never! Oh, yes; for they viii
get to heaven. But they will go afoot
when they might have wheeled up the
steep hills of the sky III Eijah's chariot.
There is an old hymn that we used to
sing in the country meeting house when
l was a boy, and l remember how the
old folks voices trcm5led with emotion
while they sang it. l have forgotten all
but two lines, but those lines are the per-
Grafton of my sermon:
Twill save us from thousand snares
To mind religion Young.